Glass Novels & Stories

She wrinkled her brow, unsure what glass was and how she could see her necklace but couldn't touch it since she was touching something else, like a wall. "What exactly is this? Is there a schism here? Why am I able to see it but not reach for it?" Cora spits and glared at the glass, while Sean grinned and moved over to stand alongside her, one of his fingers gingerly stroking the silver scalpel in his lab coat pocket. "Cora, this is laminated glass. Do not attempt anything amusing; it will not work." He grinned and turned to face her. But she was looking blankly back at him as he wrinkled his brow

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

He stared intently at my face; the contempt and disdain in his eyes was long replaced by shock and disbelief. Just then, the doctor walked in holding an autopsy report, his tone tinged with regret. “This is Carol’s autopsy report. “Her chest cavity was pierced by glass shards, directly rupturing her heart. “The wound appeared minor on the surface, but the damage was severe, leading to massive post-injury bleeding. “If she had received timely medical attention, she could have survived. What a pity...” “Heart... pierced...” Mom murmured these words repeatedly, her legs giving way as she nearly collapsed.

His hand pressed gently against the cold glass of the window, before sharply recoiling in pain. His amber coloured eyes peered into the darken room and scrutinised the window that bared his way. Ever so slightly etched into the wooden frame and glass panes were faint runes that no mortal eyes would be able to perceive, even if they had been looking for them.

Chapter 10 The shower he had was refreshing and he felt reborn, Adler left the glass shower with a satisfied smile on his face and a towel tightly hanging on his waist, accompanied with steam and heat from the glass enclosures. He was about to grab his other towel to dry his wet, dark hair speedily dripping endless tiny droplets but then realized that he had given it to his fiancée earlier because she was cold, and he had nothing else to think of giving her.

He picked it up, tilted it, and watched a single crack snake down its side. “Even glass shatters,” he said with a thin smile. “All it takes is the right pressure.”

A meet official opened his mouth to warn her away, but something in Naomi’s posture made him snap his mouth shut. "Coach," Maya whispered, her voice cracking. "I can't feel my legs. It's too loud." Naomi reached out with her right hand—the one that had cost her a career, the one Julian had used as a convenient excuse for his own hollow heart—and placed it firmly on Maya’s shivering shoulder. "Look at the water, Maya," Naomi said, her voice dropping to a low, steady frequency meant only for the two of them. "Look at how messy it is."

The half-eaten food beneath it was—chips, burgers, cola, pizza, roast chicken, roast lamb, even a plate of rice with stew. They howled like beasts. Words failed them, and only screams came out. Then they hurled themselves at the glass with the last strength their frost-hollowed bodies could muster. Cyrus lifted his cup, watching them through the steam. "Who said glass has to be weaker than metal?" he said calmly. He hadn't chosen ordinary glass. He had refused the cheap metal reinforcement the security firm offered and paid a fortune for a single, custom-made sheet of bulletproof

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As if he dared me to resist. Nervously, I ask him, “Wouldn’t it break?” Makes gives an amusing chuckle. I feel the vibrations from his chest. Max thrusts forward causing me to grip his arm. There is no creek or anything to show Max pushed his weight into the glass. In my ear he says, “This window isn’t budging. Not a bullet will shatter it.” He pushes the glass again, “No one can see in unless they push their face up to the glass.”

I couldn't stop thinking about how Jack called me a slut and how Aubrey just completely left me for dead out there. It’s not like any of this was really even my fault. After what felt like hours of more crying, I finally managed to fall asleep. ~3 hours later~ The sound of something banging against my window catches me by surprise, having me immediately jolt awake as fear begins to engulf me. What the fuck was that? I grow still against my sheets as the sound repeats itself, this time sounding more like a sequence of patterns. Is somebody here? Slowly, I make my way over to my window before slowly pushing open my blinds. Jack?!